Unlike the ambiguity of life, the ambiguity of language does reach a limit.
Even alone we go on justifying ourselves.
Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.
Age must give way to youth, no doubt. But not yet, not yet.
To love a fool is a misfortune, but does not make one a fool.
Fortuna smiles and frowns according to a timetable surprising even to herself.